Thanks to Mike for noticing I’d missed three letters.. and giving suggestions

Source: Sense The Secret Power Of Silence

They sa the French are the most stylish women

And we should emulate them

But  given the lack of time,it might be better to follow

Seven simple rules

1.Get washed  and wash your hair

2 Get some decent yet bright underwear

3 Never wear anything too small

4 Never wear anything gigantically big

5.Keep warm in winter with a dashing scarf [ and your clothes of course]

6.Wear a big hat in the summer plus sunscreen

7.Never wear anything that stops you from running ,climbing over fences,riding a bike ot leaping up in joy.

See, it’s easy!!

Social class is definitively an issue for us here in the UK
If some are upwardly mobile
It seems some must go down?
Unless we all get equal pay…?

We keep seeing this in the paper…will the public school educated etc step down?Seems unlikely.

I seem to lack the energy for writing prose.No doubt 3 weeks on antibiotics might not be altogether good for one even if it’s necessary.I feel too weak to post a  letter.Writing it was hard enough.Maybe I’ll have to do some kind of art without words.

Please do not speak during the General Erection.

Kindly keep off the Mass at all chimes,owls and whispers/

Do not keel for prayer today.Stand up.

In  our religion, we are buried 24 hours before death…….we use guesstimates.

Holy Communion didn’t prevent the Shoa.

Digression has almost died out in the Catholic mind

i have always found life a hard druggle but birthwhile in the end for some

Grass has no leaves

After church women gossip and men get drunk.What’s the weed? Grass

i am an illegible variant.

What’s wrong with fake,anyway?

Am I upwardly nubile?

Our doctor cured the ham but not me.

God moves in his wisteria’d plays so we never see her now.

Was Jesus a Jew?Am I  a poet ? This is logical disparity as we call it in Nuxford.The scales fell off my eyes so the machine didn’t balance.Just like us.

Civilisation is the price of war.

Men like it shot

Apparently I  ought to blaspheme now.That is kosher or as Cleopatra said,where is the bed?Jews,Arabs. Egyptians,garages, borders,walls,they are all won to me by my teapot which is very large,almost a barge in a very feeling  sense.Just knock it off and drink  it up together ,buoys.

Men are very confused and it’s not good for them

http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/oct/23/offensive-art-holy-book-bomb-chocolate-jesus

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/apr/28/i-admire-charlie-hebdos-courage-but-it-does-not-deserve-a-pen-award

Francine Prose is a well thought of American writer.She was against Charlie Hebdo being given the PEN awar but she says she believes in total freedom of speech.

I used to take that position.When we had no internet  and other mass communication it was usually freedom of speech within your own country or ones nearby.But even here freedom of speech has not always been allowed,.I mean by that there was a struggle to attain it just as Catholics struggled to get the vote and only got it in the UK in about 1817.Similarly racial discrimination was  completely legal  until  the race relations act in 1964 when Harold Wilson was PM.

The problem with world-wide free speech is that when newspapers or magazines publish very nasty cartoons about another country’s religion,if that country is what we meanly call ” behind” us politically then they are going to be very wounded and hurt like Catholics might be  if one   made  cruel jokes about Holy Communion or Jesus.But Catholics here are used to a certain amount of that and are unlikely to react violently..They know that certain magazines would be only to happy to know that Christians were very hurt.Similarly Jews have been subjected to  derogatory cartoons and stories but if they live here they understand the notion of free speech.And with the internet nasty stories or cartoons are seen across the world very rapidity

Yet someone I know who was born here nearly 100 years ago to a Russian Jewish family still recalls with pain how he and his wife who just escaped from Germany before WW 2 were refused admission to a superior local golf club which all his colleagues  and their wives/husbands  went to.Hard to imagine  but it is only 60 years ago.

People living in countries which were catapulted into the modern era from being mainly peasants and farmers probably because oil was found  in their country will not yet have become inured to the notion that people csn insult their religion as a mere joke or a teasing  of them.If we want peace we must have some empathy for the Other even if we disagree with their  attitudes.

And as a woman I would not like it if Private Eye constantly had jokes about the stupidity  of  women.

Obviously it will be hard to say where the line should be drawn but I emphasis the need for respect of others’ treasured  beliefs and the need to treat them with understanding. and dignity.Yet we do not wish to return to censorship either

As  bloggers I am sure that many of us have moderated or deleted comments.In other words, we don’t allow totally  free speech in our comments section.We can even block certain people of we choose presumably thinking they will criticise us in a nasty way.Yet we expect Muslims and Jews and Christians to  take insults to their values and beliefs without protest.

If we eat a meal with others we do not say whatever we think of however rude.We are concerned to be courteous and kind to guests even if they disagree politically or religiously.If we discuss those ihings we show  guests respect if we can.

I know we would not wish to shoot people who said rude things about Jesus [ blasphemy]  and any violent attack ih those who hurt is evil and illegal.But as I read yesterday,people become terrorists when they have nothing to lose.Unfortunately there are quite a  lot of people in the Middle East where they may feel they have little to lose and so are willing to die for their beliefs.If they had more to lose that would restrain them.

I must write a poem with replete.

Sotto voce,do men have big feet?

Toujours tristless

Aimez vous my new dress?

Pardonez vous,where is my sweet?

Latin was once a new tongue.

Greek is pronunciated wrong

Hebrew is terse

So hang on to your verse.i

I guess  that I’ll never be long.

I am replete with good grief.

i guess sometimes life  is a thief.

I weep for my mother

And for my dear other.

Now I’ll go  to court  sans serrif

I talked to him last Sunday

I phoned him up on Monday

But now I don’t know where he might have gone

I made his bed on Wednesday

I cooked his dinner Thursday

I called him on his mobile,Hello John.

I loved him on the weekends

I loved him at the deep end

But now he never answers his i phone.

I ironed his pyjamas

And kept away pirhanas.

But now he never answers ‘cos he’s gone.

He won’t ever call me

He won’t ever see me

He can’t use his five senses cos he’s dead.

He won’t ever kiss me

Will he maybe miss me?

I saw him lying peaceful on his bed.

He smiled at me the last day

He smiled before he sank away.

But he can’t use his mobile any more.

He winked at me in Hampstead

He winked right from his death bed.

He was only a hundred and ninety four.

Come weep with me tomorrow

Embrace me and my sorrow

Don’t bring your i phone  to my little house.

Come eat some  hot boiled beetroot

Come eat  exotic sweet fruit.

But don’t bring your computer or your mouse.

He laughed with me at bed time

He smiled at each peculiar rhyme

He never got to know his mobile phone.

He liked to brush my hair

When it was long and fair.

Now I think I hear  his mobile groan.

The very  last time he fell, just before he died finally

He hit the table,broke my beautiful lamp

I can’t fix it,so

I balanced the shade over the base

As if to pretend everything is alright.

But at night I have to use

a cheap little white amp.

i don’t understand.

Where has he gone?

Where do they all go,our loves?

mixed with the soil, the clay,

come to nothing

broken down into particles

fragments is too big  for a describing word.

where are  the hands I held.

but I let him go

let go,let go,let go

let him go.

some nights

he was assailed by strange feelings

I sat or lay by him and read him  stories

He liked Stan but mostly Emile

even in the day time,he said,

this doesn’t feel like our house any more

and he said

we’ll be going home soon,won’t we?

yes,we’ll be going home,I said.Darling.

going home without him

is it my home without him

Where’s dad, he said one night

He died,I said.I’m sorry.

why are we  still here,

and not in the northern  hills?

he asked.

what could I say?

we don’t live there any more.

still I have his ashes  so

maybe I’ll

take him to Roseberry  Topping

because I like the name.

Or maybe I’ll keep him here by me

i’d like to get into a little space

and  crouch   in a   curled up  ball for safety.

only the cat would know or Philip

but he’s broken his hand.

not surprised really

he won’t find me.

anyway

He went away without me.

I am afraid my laptop got infected with malware which looked like Onedrive.. One system  cleaner it was called.It took Microsoft 3  hours to get it out.I didn’t recall clicking any thing odd.Anyway I saw malwarebytes eliminator recommended.Mcafee didn’t find it or stop my problems…so with that and the other stuff I feel like leaving home.

.

We felt lonely in the garden
Noone climbed through our dense briars
All we saw were flying saucers,
Plus twenty menstruating liars.

Is it right to be amusing
Is it ethical or droll?
I have neuralgia in my eyeball
Would you like to see it roll?

Would you like to be my pupil
Would you widen in the light?
I saw angels on the roses.
What a ravishing delight

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rabbi-michael-lerner/mourning-the-parisian-jou_b_6442550.html

I swallow the antibiotics

They make me feel sick and so tired

I was rude to my cousin

Just one of a dozen.

I think he said,get rewired.

The doctor said  I must take them

As my kidneys are full of complaints.

Even though I feel worser

He got even terser

And said,if you must,you can faint.

I feel troubled already,

And I must have them for two weeks.

Still it’s better then dying;

I may do much sighing.

As I write now,my hand creaks.

My mood seems unpaired from the real now,

As I feel  very happy and gay.

Should I be depressed

Or to evil confess?

Well,I’ll save the rebukes for a day

When doubts and drawbacks struggle in the mind
And certainty seems but a demon dream,
When the faith to love is what no-one can find
For even when asleep, the mind still schemes

When darkness and defeat seem close at hand
And lights dim even as we pray for peace
when wrecks and ruins rile the native sands
When in this life we feel we’ve lost our place…

Then at the saddest depth we see the light
Surrounding with such warmth,with love adorned.
The path that seemed so wrong now leads us right
And in our hearts, warm feelings are new born

Within each storm there is a calm still eye
From there we see the fiercest clouds blown by

You know there's that little place in the inner wrist

where it's so soft and tender?

Where I need your touch;

Where I touch you

Wrist to wrist,no-one will notice;

But we notice,

I feel your pulse beating,

Or is it mine?

Take the rose,

Take the rose for your table.

And when you see it

Remember,

Remember everything

What we said,

What we never said but implied,

And only the rose will listen

As you sing your song

The rose will be there

In the heart's garden

Dreaming,

Dreaming us back into being.

As we fade gently away

With evening time.

Choral voices croon, Penitents in homage kneel – Absolution frees! © Meanderings 2015

Source: Renewal!